The battle was about to erupt.
As dozens of fish-man lackeys swarmed in from all sides, a cold glint flashed through Ronan's eyes.
He turned to Luffy and said in a low voice, "Luffy, that bastard Arlong is yours. As for these brain-dead little grunts…"
Ronan gave the iron spear in his hands a sharp shake. It hummed violently, letting out a sound like a dragon's roar.
"Leave them to us."
With that, Ronan didn't hesitate in the slightest. Carrying the hundred-kg iron spear, he began walking forward—step by step—straight toward the snarling mass of fish-men.
Each step landed heavily, as if stomping on their hearts. His blood began to boil.
[Ding! Host has entered combat mode. cultivation multiplier ×3]
"Hey! You human brat! Where do you think you're going?!"
Several fish-men wielding heavy blades sneered as they saw Ronan advancing alone.
In their eyes, humans were inferior creatures—barely worthy of licking their boots.
"Looking for death?! We fish-men have ten times the arm strength of humans!"
A particularly burly fish-man charged out first, swinging a spiked club straight down at Ronan's head!
Ronan's expression didn't change. He didn't even stop walking.
As the club came whistling down, he merely flicked his wrist.
"Xingyi Spear—Crash!"
No fancy technique—just pure power fused with speed.
The three-point-six-meter-long iron spear transformed into a black bolt of lightning in Ronan's hands.
The shaft bent into a terrifying arc, then snapped back with explosive force. The butt of the spear lashed out like a steel whip, striking first despite moving second!
PA—!!!
A sickening crack rang out—bone shattering like a watermelon bursting apart.
The fish-man didn't even see what happened. His head exploded instantly under the horrifying blow!
Blood and gore sprayed everywhere.
The impact didn't stop there. The headless corpse flew backward like a cannonball, smashing into the fish-men behind him and knocking down three or four more.
"W–What?!"
The fish-men who had been laughing froze, their grins solidifying in horror.
"O–One hit?!"
"That was… one of our kin with ten times human strength!"
Ronan slowly withdrew the spear. The tip pointed diagonally at the ground as a drop of blood slid down the black shaft and splashed onto the white tiles by the pool.
He lifted his head, sweeping his gaze over the terrified fish-men. His voice was cold, as if from the depths of hell.
"Ten times the strength?"
"That's it?"
Ronan let out a cold laugh. His body exploded into motion, charging like a tiger into a flock of sheep!
"You filthy fish-men—die for me!!!"
"KILL—!!"
The iron spear in Ronan's hands came alive.
At that moment, Ronan was like a many-armed Asura.
Countless black spear shadows filled the air, each one carrying lethal spiraling force.
"Psh! Psh! Psh! Psh!"
The sound of flesh being pierced rang out endlessly.
The four fish-men in front clutched their throats almost simultaneously.
Each of them had a clean, gaping hole punched straight through their necks!
Blood gushed out like fountains, soaking the ground beneath their feet.
"Damn it! Together! Kill him!"
The surrounding fish-men finally reacted, charging in from all directions.
Some spat water, some swung blades, others tried to overpower the spear with brute force.
"Surround me?"
A sharp light flashed in Ronan's eyes. His Observation Haki flared fully, every movement around him laid bare.
Instead of dodging, he rooted his stance, waist and legs aligned, and let out a thunderous roar:
"Sweep the Thousand Armies!!"
The hundred-kg iron spear was spun in a full circle, howling through the air and carving out a seven-meter-wide ring of death!
"BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!"
Amid dull impacts and the crunch of breaking bones, seven or eight fish-men were struck like they'd been hit by a speeding train, sent flying at the waist!
Some had ribs shattered, others had their spines crushed. Screaming, they flew through the air and plunged into the massive pool like dumplings.
The once-clear blue water instantly turned a glaring crimson.
This was the power of traditional spear arts.
This was the tyranny of killing on contact, crippling on a graze.
Ronan stood amid the corpses, his clothes untouched by dust. The iron spear in his hands, however, had drunk its fill of blood.
He turned toward Arlong—who was preparing to attack Luffy—and the fish-men whose courage had shattered. A cruel smile curled at his lips.
"The so-called fish-man advantage…"
Ronan slammed the spear into the ground, shattering the stone beneath his feet.
"In the face of true martial arts, it's nothing but a joke."
The once-gaudy, fake paradise of Arlong Park had become a slaughterhouse.
The enormous pool, once crystal blue, was being dyed a murky red at a visible pace.
The stench of iron filled the air, mixing with the sea breeze and assaulting everyone's senses.
Ronan stood among the dead, the eight-foot iron spear angled toward the ground. The black shaft reflected a chilling gleam under the sun.
Thick drops of blood slid down the spear tip, dripping steadily.
[Current host attributes: Strength 17, Speed 17, Physique 17]
Feeling the surging blood and energy inside him like a roaring river, a cold curve formed at Ronan's lips.
A week of hellish training in the Thirteen Tai Bao Horizontal Refinement, combined with the triple cultivation multiplier, had propelled his strength forward by leaps and bounds.
At this moment, with his terrifying 17 points in strength and speed, paired with the Xingyi Thirteen Spears, he was the very definition of invincible in the East Blue.
"Too weak."
Ronan murmured softly.
The spear in his hands moved again, like a black venomous dragon.
"Psh! Psh! Psh!"
Spear shadows flashed. Three more fish-men trying to sneak attack clutched their throats and collapsed.
Under Ronan's Observation Haki, their movements were as slow as a slideshow.
"BASTARD—!!"
A shrill, furious roar echoed through the entire park.
By the pool, Arlong stared at the hellish scene before him. His eyes instantly bloodshot, glowing a terrifying red.
Those who had fallen were his kin—his "family" in this world.
"You filthy, lowly races… how dare you slaughter my people!!"
Arlong's muscles bulged, his saw-like nose trembling with rage.
He yanked out a massive serrated blade—Kiribachi—from beside him. The stone beneath his feet shattered.
Like a bloodthirsty shark, he charged toward Ronan with unstoppable momentum!
"I'll crush you all into pieces!!!"
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